Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
She doesn’t argue about leaving her car here as we drive away. She seems a little too focused on shifting in her seat as if she’s uncomfortable to open her mouth.
Her discomfort is glaringly obvious the second we step inside her house. I barely have time to lock her front door before she’s standing on the tips of her toes, fingers tangled in my hair, as she pulls my mouth down to meet hers.
“Shower with me?” she asks after the second-best kiss of my life.
The first being last night. I’ll never forget the taste of tears on her lips and the way she sighed into my mouth as if she’d been waiting for that connection her entire life.
She’s frantic to strip me naked, and I can’t help but meet her energy as clothes are pulled and skin is revealed. I have to pause, releasing her to get my boots off, but she utilizes the time to peel her sexy panties from her hips, kicking them to the side.
“You’re wasting time,” she teases, making me aware that I’m just standing there with laces in my hand, my mouth hanging open.
“You’re fucking sexy as hell. You know that, right?”
“You’d be sexier if you were naked and wet,” is her rebuttal before she slinks into the bathroom, the ass that I’m quickly becoming obsessed with twitching back and forth with every damn step she takes.
I’m certain I pull skin from my heel as I peel my boots off, kicking my jeans and boxer briefs away in the next breath.
I don’t know where the change happened or what the women were talking about that has made her look at me the way she does when I step up to her in the shower, but I feel like I should send each of them flowers, regardless of the shitstorm that will occur from their equally possessive men.
“What happened at the clubhouse?” I ask as my hands fall to her wet hips.
She shakes her head.
“Something,” I argue.
“Could you not feel it? It was like sexual tension is just pumped out of the vents or something.”
I chuckle, knowing exactly what she’s talking about. I’ve grown used to it at the clubhouse because I’ve spent a lot more time there than she has. The couples that live there and the ones that live nearby seem to use the common areas of the clubhouse for breathers between the escapades that happen behind closed doors. Despite being in public, it hardly does anything to tamp those desires. It’s why those of us that are single spend so much time at Jake’s. In part it’s to escape the pheromones, but many times it’s because just the air around that place has the ability to make a dick hard out of the blue.
“So you’re saying you got horny sitting at the clubhouse?”
Her answer is a quick nod and her lips on mine.
I groan into the kiss, pulling her closer and pressing my erection against her water-slick skin.
“Maybe you just need a cold shower,” I say when she pulls her mouth back.
I grip her wet hair at the base of her skull, pulling her head back when she attempts to kiss me once more, my erection jerking when I see a hint of that familiar fire in her eyes.
“I missed this,” I confess, my teeth digging right into the mark I left on her skin last night as my hand skates down the front of her body.
I almost moan at how slick she already is for me, and I hate that I didn’t make a point to look at her panties when she pulled them down her legs earlier. I bet she left a wet spot on them from how slick she is right now.
“Please,” she begs when I press two stiff fingers to her clit.
I want to hold back, to make her beg even more, so I press those same two fingers inside of her, knowing I don’t have to worry about the need to test her readiness.
I’m only torturing myself right now, but fuck if it isn’t fun.
My cock leaks, the warm liquid dripping from the tip somehow cooler than the temperature of her hot-as-fuck shower.
“Out,” I tell her as I pull my fingers from her body, drawing them to my lips for a taste.
I stop her before she can leave the bathroom, pressing my palm to her back and bending her over the counter.
I don’t waste a second dropping to a squat and pressing my tongue to her slit from behind. I spread her wide, using one hand to tease her clit and the other to force her legs open, giving me all the access I could ever ask for.
The taste of her explodes in my mouth, absolute perfection on my tongue, and I think I could spend eternity with my mouth on her.